i have yet to unlock that part of me,
it’s wrapped up in cherry blossoms and
locks whose passwords belong to destiny
and divine timing.
my heart shutters with pride
when i feel the charms rattle within me
but i can never get hold of them.
i go digging for them at night,
when i am not anything but delusional and
determined to scoop the parts of me that
make this all matter.
i have to be patient,
i have to be still,
i have to realize that the sparks in my bones
have kept me running,
that is their only job for now.